Going Down

Sometime last year a friend from mine was held overnight at the hospital for monitoring (no worries she was just fine) and I went to visit her. She will hence forth be known as Bright Eyes. Bright eyes’ friends and family all live out of town and I was one of few people who could actually come keep her company. This story isn’t going where you think it is. I didn’t have sex with a girl in an adjustable hospital bed and get kinky with a stethoscope or defibrillator. This story is about a mutual friend of ours, we’ll call this one Rocker. Rocker is about 5’6 with dark hair often streaked with wild colors, a thin frame, and a fair amount of tattoos.  After a little over an hour of visiting Bright Eyes we were surprised when Rocker came to visit as well. The three of us talked and were allowed to walk around the hospital until nurses came and insisted that we allow Bright Eyes to get some rest. As we left I asked Rocker if she’d like to grab a bite at the hospital cafeteria. Rocker and I already had a sexual history so it didn’t take long before we found ourselves flirting and prolonging our exit. Finally she took the initiative before I did.

Rocker: How about we get out of here and find a place we can be alone for a bit?

Me: My place is no good right now, but I’m sure we can find somewhere.

Rocker: I don’t have long; your car is perfectly fine with me.

Me: Let’s go then.

I’m not one to make awkward small talk while waiting to have sex. Rocker isn’t either, though she does tend to start talking really dirty in anticipation. She was quiet this time, walking excitedly down the hospital hallways on our way to the parking garage. We got to the elevator on the first floor and as soon as the doors closed Rocker smiled a devilish smile.

Rocker: I’ve always wanted to have sex in an elevator

Me: The movies exaggerate how much time you get before the doors open. It’s really like 15 seconds.

 Rocker: Well that’s no good. It’s a shame though, sounded like a fun idea.

 Not to let the opportunity pass me by, I pressed the button to the top floor, well beyond the 2nd floor we had both parked on. The elevator still stopped on the 2nd floor, and a young woman stepped in. We stood quietly, pawing at each other behind the woman’s back until she stepped off on the next floor. We took the elevator up all the way to the top, waited on the doors to close, and it was on. She smiled and turned around, bending over in the corner and grabbing a hand rail in each hand. No kissing, no foreplay, straight to business. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for Rocker, she often liked to bypass kissing or any sort of teasing before hand with the exception of a little dirty talk. She was as big of a fan of giving as she was receiving when it came to oral, but even that was too much foreplay for her right now. Needless to say I knew before we got to the elevator what to expect out of her. I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, tugged the zipper down and peeled them down along with her dark red thong just passed her ass and above her knees. I undid my jeans and opened them just enough to let my dick out of them.  I took my hand and cupped it between her legs, rubbing her with my two middle fingers. Apparently foreplay really wasn’t needed, she was dripping wet already.

Rocker: Time is ticking, what are you waiting for?

I laughed and instead of gently easing it into her, I pushed all the way in quickly and hard. I held there for a minute, as she winced and squeezed the hand rails. That’s when I really got started. I didn’t start slow and soft, I instantly started giving it to her as rough as I could, which was extra rough because I used the hand rails for added push.  This is what she was into: hard, fast, dirty sex. At the reckless pace I was fucking her I could feel myself occasionally begin to slip out, followed quickly by her pushing back towards me to keep that from happening. I reached forward and put a hand on the back of her neck and gripped firmly. She stifled a moan and I could feel her clinch against me. The elevator hadn’t moved since we got in. We never picked a floor, so it wasn’t going to move until someone on a lower level pressed a button or someone walked in on our floor. As she clenched, I squeezed harder on the back of her neck. Her moaning grew louder and I began to give it to her harder as I felt her pushing back even more. Just then the elevator started to move. We stopped for a second to realize what was happening. I pulled away from her and buttoned and zipped my jeans, standing faced towards her so that the soon to join passengers wouldn’t catch a glimpse of her buttoning back up, or of the obvious hard on I was still sporting. The elevator stopped on the second floor and we waited as an elderly couple stepped in. We sat in awkward silence as the elevator moved down to the first floor, with the suspicion that the old couple knew exactly what they had interrupted with their overly judgmental eyes. When the elevator stopped on the first floor Rocker pressed the 2nd floor button.

Rocker: Well that was fun.

Me: Was? Why are we getting off the elevator?

 I stepped forward and hugged her from behind; making sure that the bulge in my jeans was obvious to her. She turned and faced me.

Rocker:  Let’s go to your car, I’ll take care of that

Me: I have a better idea.

I took her back up to the top floor, and we crossed the parking garage and entered an old unused stairwell.  Nobody used the stairs here. The stairs were on the side opposite of the hospital, the furthest possible place from where anyone parks or walks. We stepped down, between the top two floors, away from either door and I pulled her pants down again. I could tell she felt less rushed now. She was waiting to see what I’d do next, not pulling at my pants and getting to the point like before. I knew what she was wanting.  I pulled her shirt up and groped her like a drunken high school senior, squeezing her boobs firmly and sucking her nipples lightly as my tongue swirled around them. I felt her body tilt back, her leg perching up on the hand rail, having slipped out of her jeans, and her hand stroking the back of my neck as she ran her fingers through my hair. I slid down, taking a knee and placing a hand half on her lower back and half on her ass. I had gone down on Rocker many times before, but I somehow found it weird that this was the first time I had ever done it while she was standing up. She seemed to enjoy it even more than usual this way. I hadn’t used my hands at all yet and she was already starting to quiver. I stayed with her as she leaned back, trying to keep balance. She fell back a little, her foot slipping off the rail and dropping as she stumbled back and caught herself on the wall. I grabbed her leg and lifted it over my shoulder, this time bringing my hand up to my chin to help as my tongue continued to dance around her clit. She cried out and dug her nails into my shoulder as she came. I didn’t let her catch her breath. I stood up bringing her leg with me. I was still incredibly hard and popped out of my jeans as fast as I could drop the zipper. Rocker let her shoulders slid down the wall a bit as I pushed inside of her and raised her knee almost into her shoulder. I grabbed the back of her head and wasted no time picking up to the same speed as before. She gasped for breath non-stop, making her moans choppy and excited. I waited until the last second to pull out, and she slid down the wall as I let her go, lifting her head up towards me. I couldn’t tell if she was just trying to catch her breath, or if she planned to catch more than that, but she got the latter. It didn’t take any help from her end before I exploded, filling her mouth and a small second spurt hitting her chin and lips. She swallowed, licked her lips, and swallowed again. Still breathing hard she pulled her jeans up to her ass and stayed sitting. I buttoned up and took a seat on the stairs, a bit breathless myself. We sat quietly for a minute before she stood up and fixed her clothes.

Rocker: That was fun.

Me: Not what I expected out of a hospital visit.

Rocker:  I make house calls too.

Me: That doesn’t make you sound like a doctor, it makes you sound like a call girl.

Rocker: So how much money do you owe me now?

Me: Not as much as you owe me.

Rocker: Keep dreaming Casanova. I’ve got to get going, I’m already running late.

Me: Hit it and quit it. I see how it is. I feel so used.

Rocker: Yeah, you look devastated.

Lights Out

When I was twenty years old I found myself in what seemed to be a dream situation. I was living with two eighteen year old girls. Let the record show that these girls were easily a 6.5 and an 8.1 on a scale of 1-10 or what we’ll refer to as the “Do-Her Decimal System” or “DHDS Scale”(Yay of objectification of women!) These two girls were not only living with me, we all three shared a bed. How this situation came about is a whole other story for a different time, but before you get your hopes up, I never swung a three-way like you would imagine. Never even came close. Things happened with one down the line, but nothing during this opportune time of bed sharing and promiscuity for all. This supposed blessing became a curse, because while snuggling up half naked with two girls each night sounds awesome, the lack of action becomes frustrating. An even bigger problem is the repellant effect your bed-mates have on other girls. The reason for that should be obvious. Then entered: Stalker. Stalker came into my life during the Myspace era, that magical time when people you didn’t know would randomly ask to be your friend because they dig the music you have on your page.   To cut a long story short, Stalker friend requested me from out of nowhere. She ranked a solid 8.5 on the DHDS and was completely into me, and seemingly had no issue with my living arrangement.  We started running into each other everywhere, which led to me jokingly referring to her as a stalker, a joke which would later become more truthful than I imagined.

After a couple weeks of talking online and hanging out after our “random” encounters Stalker and I had began to intentionally hang out and had at this point started having sex on a regular basis. So one day we decided that I would call in from work and we would take advantage of the empty house while my bed-mates were at school during the day. Yes they were both still in high school at the time. The problem was that the girls also played hooky. So with our plans having gone out the window I pretended to go to work and I met up with Stalker in the parking lot of the local theater to go see a movie. Surprised yet again, no movies started for another two hours. This is when we decided we would walk around the mall that was just opening and kill some time. Skip forward half an hour, we are upstairs in a popular department store when the storm raging outside causes a power outage. With no windows upstairs no light at all was making its way to us. I took this as a sign from the universe that I should be spontaneous. We were conveniently located in a section near the bedding area and I was well aware of this.

I grabbed Stalker’s waist and pulled her into me and locked lips. She pulled away only for a second to ask what I was doing. I didn’t answer, I just carried on. I slid my hand gently up her back, causing a tingle that made her back arch and I cupped the back of her neck in my hand. I stepped forward into her and pushed her back to the plexiglass wall that divided us from the electronics section. I pulled away slowly from the kiss and she gently bit my bottom lip, holding it for just a moment before letting me pull away. I released the back of her neck and took her hands above her head, pinning them to the wall. Stalker bit my ear and let out a small breathy chuckle. I released her hands and scooped her up, dropping her on the mattress next to us. I pushed my hand up her skirt and hooked her panties with a single finger to pull aside. Her hand slapped over my wrist urgently and held it a moment.

Stalker: Right here?!

Me: Why not? Nobody can see us.

Stalker: What about when the lights come on?

Me: Everyone went downstairs to get to the light. Nobody else is up here.

That’s when the flashlight lit up near the escalators. An employee called out for anyone who needed help finding their way down stairs. The flashlight swept back and forth as the man continued walking around; calling out for all shoppers to get downstairs where back-up lights had kicked on. The flashlight swept our direction; we panicked and rolled over to the ground between two mattresses.  She began to laugh and I put a finger over her mouth and shushed her, holding back laughs of my own. We laid there on the floor quietly as we watched the flashlight go right past us and return downstairs as well. We stood up and crept carefully to the nearest corner where we knew the bathrooms were and stepped inside for a bit more privacy. I took out my cell phone and shined the screen towards the counter to see where we were going.

Stalker: Where do you want me?

Me: On the counter.

Stalker: Like this?

She bent over the counter and wiggled her ass a bit playfully. Over the last couple of weeks I had realized that Stalker was the type that liked being told what to do and where to be. She was submissive, but liked to play it more seductively. I pressed against her for just a second so that she could feel through my jeans just how hard I was. I folded her skirt forward and slid her panties down to her knees and stopped wasting time. My phone light cut off and we were in pitch black darkness. I couldn’t see a thing, and without music or any other noise nearby, I could hear her every gasp for breathe. I felt as her hands spread out grasping around the counter until finally the light from my phone lit up. Stalker held my phone in her hand, flipped open as she brought open the camera.  The camera flashed and the phone dropped back down and cut off shortly after. When I told her I was getting close, she didn’t take any chances, and she pulled away. We didn’t have a condom with us, so this had been a risky escapade. A second went by in the total darkness and I could feel her moving, but I had no idea what she was trying to do. For all I knew she was getting dressed and thought I’d finish up on my own. Before I knew it her hands were roaming around my knees clumsily, then up my legs until she got where she aiming for and took me into her mouth. Just before she finished the job all the lights cut on in the bathroom. I smiled at her and nodded to keep going. I was too close to stop now. She finished what she started and with a smile she ensured no mess was left in the bathroom. She stuck her head out the door after getting her clothes and hair situated and made sure the coast was clear. We snuck out and continued shopping as though nothing happened.

Me: Did you…?

Stalker: No, but its ok, you can make it up to me later.

Me: Deal.

Stalker: Let’s see that picture I took.

I flipped through the phone to photos and took a peak. The picture was grainy and dark, and I appeared to be much taller and tanner because of the angle, but her face was perfectly in focus, biting her lip with her hair falling over one eye. Her cleavage aimed perfectly towards the mirror and the curve of her hip showing in the frame with my hand grasping it. It looked as though she not only posed for it, but had worked on camera angles in this situation before. That was my favorite picture for a while. I often thought of posting it on Myspace, but I had just a tiny bit more class than that. I miss that old photo library from that phone.